The Heretic by Charles E S Fairey I was once a Heretic, to all but the few The Rabbis, sold my soul, to the Roman devil But I ascended, as the mightiest rebel And set fire, to the imposing darkness And, became the Lion, the Lord of fullness. I was once a Heretic, to all but the few Even now my disciples, my children, they follow They find me, in society’s exclusion, and enforced sorrow For who but the Lord, loves you in the darkness And makes you part of his, in bountiful fullness. I was once a Heretic, to all but the few They still say my lady, was a woman of sin Yet they rule in the celebrating of themselves, as divine kings And fought me at my heroic time, and saw me, as the Devil Yet still try to break blood, and bread, with heaven’s rebel. I was once a Heretic, to all but the few And over the centuries, an army has grown all around me For they see, what the Church and Holy See Have done to my rituals, my truth, my divinity Yet I still to my heretics rule, with infinite, and visibly. I am The Original Heretic, to all The Chosen Few Come hither, follow me, be the Waye, do as we do Yours, Religion’s Heretic. |
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